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another big one

I was musing the other day that this is 2017. It’s 100 years since my mother was born. In my family, we like to celebrate these big occasions. Dr B and I are often the ones who prepare the presentations.

That means I have to get busy with scanning photos, calling for scans and/or copies of photos from cousins and other family members – I can’t think of any friends who are still alive – and getting down and dirty with some sort of large format word processing and/or database to produce a timeline for display. See, that’s a couple of knitting projects worth of time already lost to a better cause, although any genuine coverage of my Mum’s life will include many handknitted articles so there’s still that connecting thread.

Still can’t get photos to work properly, so will wish you all the best with your big occasions, too 🙂

 
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Posted by on January 15, 2017 in Family history

 

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today the memories, tomorrow the tears

Sprigs of rosemary for remembering

Sprigs of rosemary for remembering

Today Dr B and I attended my cousin’s memorial gathering. Tomorrow YoungB and I will attend his interment. There were some laughs today and will doubtless be a few tomorrow, too. But on the whole, it will be real as we watch the coffin descending in a way it wasn’t today when our attention was focused on poor speakers and funny photos of a much younger man. Death is like that. It’s not only a great leveller, its (nowadays all-but mandatory) accompanying slideshow brings hilarity and heartache in about equal measure: a particular t-shirt, a wildly 70’s set of (naturally) auburn-coloured sideburns – they were impressive, I must say! – and children you never knew as children now young adults with whom you share a blood tie, the experience of grief, and little else.

In the photos I have – few enough, for all the years, because, when we were younger, photos were things for occasions not the everyday; and this particular occasion was my 21st birthday – he’s wearing a cardigan I know to have been handknitted by his mother. I can guarantee there was love in every cabled stitch 🙂

As to progress on my own knitting for an hour a day, either the socks for Dr B or the beanie for middle Uncle? Yeah, no. I’ll get there. Just not yet awhile.

 

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the unexpected, sideways wallop

Looking the goods in a nicely masculine colourway.

Seems as if it’s looking the goods, in a nicely masculine colourway.

Day 3 saw the tension square arrive at the point where I thought I’d done enough to check it. Then Life did one of those, “You’re getting too complacent. I think it’s time I walloped you with a bit of four be six,” numbers in the shape of news of the sudden, unexpected death of a close cousin: not only close by blood and near in age, but one with whom I’d remained in contact as we’d both wandered across the globe and through life. Yeah. Not truly conducive to knitting for a couple of days, that’s for sure. Sorry, Meredithe; I know you’ll understand.

However, given the restorative power of creativity, I’ve checked the tension and it does look the goods, so I’m now tinking that to reuse the yarn and get cracking on the socks. Straight knitting is going to be easier than the tricky stuff involved in doing a circular sample with a straight technique. You get lots of dangles at the back and it’s messy. Goodbye to all that and on with magically looping both socks at once. That will have its own mess, I dare say, but I should at least hit a good rhythm with genuine circular knitting and the wonderful Old Joe pattern.

So it’s on with the knitting and on with life; and may all your news be good.

 
 

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well past three hours and still no cowl

The yarn level is diminishing, so the cowl must be growing

The yarn level is diminishing, so the cowl must be growing

As I’ve said many times, I’m a slow knitter. I know that. I just plod along until I get to the end, a bit the way I walk. You’d think a day of hospital visiting would be the ideal way to address that shortcoming but you’d be wrong. Maybe the visits weren’t long enough. In any case, the cowl is about half done and the colours are as bright and lovely as I’d imagined they would be. But it’s going to be more like a thirty-three-hour cowl.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2016 in Knitting

 

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soon it will be winter and I’ll have to knit

I can see it now. But what will I be knitting?

I can see it now. But what will I be knitting? And, no, I don’t actually have a cat.

You remember this was going to be a busy year with birthdays? It has been, and there’s another zero-ending one in the offing. Then we can breathe for a while before the usual slew of “not zero or anything particularly special” birthdays continues unabated. I think I’m off the hook for scanning photos with regard to any of the forthcoming numbers but there’s always something unexpected in store.

It’s frightening to think that it’s already March, nearly April and my creative efforts this year have so far been almost minus. When Dr B and YoungB were working in the backyard in 40-degree heat and I was concerned about their dehydrating, I fished out the sewing machine to make another of those cooling neck collars. Yeah, right. Something I don’t like about the Janome, as fabulous as it is in terms of variety of stitches and as good as it was for sailing over the loose-weave hessian, is that it’s a pig of a thing to thread. I had to re-thread it several times because apparently I was doing it wrongly. I sat there with the book in front of me, carefully following the diagrams. I redid the bobbin a few times, in case that was causing the difficulty. Nothing worked. I ended up putting it away and uttering a few impolite suggestions around behavioural change. And didn’t make the cooling neck collars. The Bs simply wore wet bandanas, instead.

It’s getting to the time of year where my fingers are itching to have knitting in them, so I’ve just revisited my Ravelry projects to see what’s awaiting completion that I could reasonably pick up in the expectation of finishing it without too much drama. There’s nothing. What isn’t finished is in the middle of serious tinking. To wrap my head around what’s necessary means being back in the knitting groove. And I’m not. So what do you reckon? is the only answer to start something new??

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2016 in Knitting, Sewing

 

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in a strange twist of language

Isn’t English wonderfully weird? Isn’t it bizarre that ravelled can mean unravelled? I say that because at the moment I feel as if I’m unravelling or coming unglued, popping bit of seam by weakening spot of adhesive. Work is so busy that nobody knows quite which way is up, though at least we’ve come out the other side of having everyone away with respiratory ailments. Tomorrow, three of us will be absent at funerals. The one I’ll be attending is for a friend’s mother and the logistics of getting there are almost defeating me. I’m tired and, because I’m tired, I’m so grumpy that even Dr B commented on it 🙂

So, you know, ravelling of the knitting variety? Nah, that’s not happening at the moment. I hope you’re faring better 🙂

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2015 in Knitting, Musing

 

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what’s slower than glacial?

The sad victim of second mitt syndrome :)

The sad victim of second mitt syndrome 🙂

Progress on this mitt! In fact, progress on the pair of them. I began the second mitt, but it’s become clear I should have ribbed the whole of the first mitt. Therefore, tinking ahead 😦

Dr B and I were to have done another training walk today, but I came home from work early yesterday because I was sneezing and carrying on so much that the Admin Team bullied me into it! I said I had an allergic reaction (thought I couldn’t have said to what). They weren’t convinced. I’m fine today. Plainly, that’s not the speed with which your common cold resolves. I stand by my original assertion. However, a much-needed long sleep meant today’s morning chores turned into afternoon ones and Dr B has headed off to do things with amps, so our walk isn’t going to happen. Tomorrow, Youngest Aunt and I will walk a 16 Km beachside loop.

The training program that’s outlined on the Bloody Long Walk’s website doesn’t start for a couple of weeks – and that’s the Beginner Level – so we’re ahead of ourselves in that respect. That’s no bad thing, since it means we’re able to sort out our equipment now and have it working to our complete satisfaction by September. Dr B is worried about me – I think it’s in his job brief 🙂 – so I gave in gracefully and, at his urging, bought some new boots the other night. My joggers would need replacing before September and, to be fair to them, they’ve already done lots of kilometres and are showing signs of wear. They were never intended to provide the sort of ankle support I’ll need on the roughs and ups-and-downs of the first part of the walk, so boots it is.

I have longstanding allegiance to an old name in Aussie boots, but couldn’t get what I wanted. After discussion with a very helpful young man at a nearby outdoor/sports store, I ended up with something lighter, waterproof and more modern. I hope they’re as good as I was led to believe and that they serve me as well as my last pair of Mulgas.

So it’s on with the knitting and on with the walking and the whizzing-past of the year. As for YoungB? He’s seeing Naples at the moment, in the company of a local. He’s posting photos of food porn (special Neapolitan fish cakes), cultural porn (Pompeii) and a degree of beach porn (views of Capri and the Amalfi coastline, not hot babes in bikinis). After getting sunburnt during all that northern activity, I imagine he’s going to find our southern winter temperatures akin to my knitting: glacial.

Whatever your temperatures are doing, may you be progressing well on all of your projects.

 
 

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